A scream in the night....

This is the story of a little girl. Who got a bad perm. And screamed.

One day, a little girl thought she needed to do something with her hair so she would be the fairest in the land. She went to the magic beauty godmothers and gathered all the things she needed. Then she went to her grandmother's house and got some curling rods. She asked her mom to do her hair because it would cost less money. Her gracious mother agreed.
So after 2 hours of curling, wetting, neutralizing, etc, the process was finally finished.
The little girl went to stare into the mirror in excitement, happy to finally have the fairest hair in all the land. After moments of looking at her countenence, she couldn't believe her eyes.
There, in the mirror, was a monster. Not the pretty hair she had imagined, but a frightfull puff ball of stringy hair.
She immediately started panicing. Crying. Sobbing.
Her hair was no more.

And what does this story teach us? That money can't buy beauty.
And who was the little girl in the story? That's right.....Me. Today (or, rather, tonight), as I type. As of now, I am soaking my hair with a hot oil treatment desperately trying to get back to my BEAUTIFUL STRAIGHT hair. Actually, It's naturally wavy and I wanted to get a perm to make it wavier. But guess what I got? Yeah, nice 80's Nicole Kidman hair. Oh yeah, can we say "sexy sexy"?
But you know, maybe I need this. Maybe it will teach me to like MYSELF instead of that cheap impression of beauty out there. I think this is the last straw with my hair dying, perming, damaging woes. I'm done. I think I shall cut my hair and let it grow out my natural color (dark blonde) and let it naturally wave. If this treatment doesn't work, to the chopping block my hair will go. And then, never again will I ever try to be something else.